Like Mother, Like Daughter

Like Mother, Like Daughter

 

A tale by Dom Master...

 

Chapter 15

 

Joe woke refreshed and invigorated, fixed himself a fresh pot of coffee and took a long, hot shower.  Making his way outside, he put on a pair of garden gloves and cut a handful of stinging nettles from the edge of his yard.  As he strolled back to the cabin, Joe soaked in the warm sunshine and relished in the beautiful morning.  He knew how lucky he was, and delighted in the thought of what he was going to do with his pets as he felt the familiar stir of his cock.

 

The night had indeed been long for Carla and Jennifer.  Though the intense burning and itching had faded, their nipples still ached from the weight tugging on their new nipple rings, and they had indeed sunk to the depths of despair.  As bad as the forced sex acts they had performed on Joe and each other had been, the degradation of having to perform for a large group, along with this latest assault, had taken its toll on their psyche and they were nearing their braking points. Carla worried continually about her daughter’s well being, and Jennifer had slipped into the darkness of her inner mind in a futile attempt to escape the predicament she found herself in.

 

As Joe made his way down the stairs, Carla stared dumbly at the branches in his gloved hand and knew it cold only be bad.  Jennifer shuddered uncontrollably as Joe approached her and flicked her battered nipples.

 

“So, Little One, how’d you sleep last night?” Joe asked mockingly.

 

Jennifer tried to block his voice from her consciousness, but couldn’t stop herself from watching his every movement as he removed the strap which held her gag in place.  Drool ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest as he removed the little cock from her mouth.  Turning her head, she watched as he reached behind her and undid the leather strap across her back, which had held her upright.  Off balance, she leaned back, much to her demise, as the chain through her nipple rings pulled taught and threatened to rip her and her mother’s nipples apart.  It was all she could do to compose herself in order to lean forward against the Plexiglas and save her tender buds.

 

“You fucking, sick bastard!”  Jennifer managed to scream out.  “You’re going to rot in hell for what you’re doing to us!”

 

“My, my...” Joe replied.  “Little Jenny’s got a potty mouth.  I guess we’ll have to take care of that.”

 

Jenny screamed in agony as Joe’s hands gripped her tits and squeezed brutally.  With her mouth open wide, Joe grabbed a fistful of her hair, tilted her head back, and hocked up a load of phlegm and saliva and spit it directly into her throat.  Gagging and choking, Jennifer tried to dislodge the disgusting mixture as her mother stared in horror at this latest abuse.

 

Carla thought of the milestones of Jennifer’s life; her first Easter dress, her first day of kindergarten, her first period, which wasn’t all that long ago.  For it all to come to this was just too much for the young mother to handle.  Her mind reeled as she desperately tried to find a way out of this nightmare.

 

With her own mouth still filled with the hard rubber cock gag, Carla couldn’t plead with Joe.  As much as she wanted to beg him to leave her little girl alone, she could only manage a muted grunt.  If she could, she would have asked him to spit in her own mouth, to piss on her, to rip her breasts from her body.  He could do anything he wanted to her, if he would just leave Jennifer alone.

 

Jennifer hung her head and sobbed.  She knew they would never get away.  They belonged to Joe and that was that.  She wished he would just kill them and get it over with, but she knew they wouldn’t be that lucky.  Visions of a life spent performing perverted sex acts flooded in, and she worried about the depths of his depravity.  Only three short days ago she had been a virgin in every sense of the word.  She had never seen a naked man, or boy for that matter, and now her butthole ached from the hard pounding it had endured the night before, and the taste of Joe’s cum, piss and spit lingered in her mouth.  She had licked his foul sperm from her mother’s pussy and ass, and had even passed his cum from her own mouth into her mother’s as they french kissed.  A shudder spontaneously erupted as the vivid memories filled her consciousness and she fought back an overwhelming urge to vomit.

 

Joe was in seventh heaven as he unclipped the weight connecting the two ladies’ nipple chains.  Grabbing Jenny by her still bound wrists, he forced her to stand as he admired her fantastically firm body.  He’d had plenty of sex slaves in the past, but these two, and especially the teenaged Jenny, were really special to him.  The first girl he had raped was only slightly older than her, and the abduction replayed itself in his mind.

 

He was 16 and hanging out at the mall, lusting after all the pussy around him.  He had spotted the blond beauty wearing an especially short skirt and just had to have her.  He followed her through the mall for awhile, keeping enough distance between them not to draw attention, but stayed close enough to watch the thin fabric of her skirt as it flitted over her full, round ass.  Eventually, she made her way down the long corridor that led to the restrooms.  He knew he had her and he waited in the quite hallway just in front of the broom closet.

 

Everything had happened so fast, be he could still smell the sweet fragrance of her hair.  She hadn’t even noticed him as she walked past after finishing in the restroom, and he had quickly covered her mouth from behind, pushed her into the little room and closed the door behind him.  The stark light of the uncovered, florescent fixture added to his excitement and the raw brutality of what he was about to do.  He had pressed himself against her and pinned her body between his own and the utility sink as he whispered in her ear, “You make a sound and you fucking die.  You got it?”  The terrified girl had nodded and cringed as his free hand slid up under her blouse and cupped her breast.  “Keep your hands on the back of the sink.” He had ordered.

 

Joe watched himself through his mind’s eye and remembered the way she had trembled as he cautiously uncovered her mouth, and how he had expected her to cry out.  He had been surprised when she didn’t and he knew he was going to get to rape this gorgeous, young girl.  He had dreamt and fantasized about doing something like that for a long time, and he had scoped out the broom closet way in advance.  He could still feel the smoothness of her skin against his hand as he had slowly caressed the insides of her thighs, and the silkiness of her panties as he ran his fingers across her soft pubic mound, back across her crotch and up between her ass cheeks.  His hard-on had ached.

 

He had quickly unhooked her bra as tears streamed down the girl’s face.  She never let go of the sink and she hadn’t make a sound as he slipped her panties over her hips, down her slender legs and had her step out of them.  Those very panties were still tucked away in his bureau drawer.  He had quickly unbuckled his pants and pushed them down his thighs before he bunched her shirt up over her well defined tits.  He had spit in his hand and covered the head of his cock before rubbing it back and forth across the young virgin’s pussy.  After pulling the short skirt up high on her waist, he had held her tight by the hips as he forced his cock into her.  Though her hymen had already been broken, the sheer tightness of her youthful cunt had assured him she was virgin.  Her cunt had gripped him tightly as he slowly pumped himself in and out of her and he knew he wasn’t going to get to enjoy it nearly long enough.  He had grabbed onto her firm tits and mauled them as he let his weight rest on her, and drove himself as deeply into her as he could.  He had pounded her cunt without mercy as he called her names like prick teaser and gutter slut, the worst insults he could come up with under the circumstances.

 

As the warm memory of his first violent orgasm played out, Joe roughly pushed Jenny into the cold shower spray.  Joe remembered how the young girl’s cunt had clung to him as he reluctantly withdrew.  He had grabbed a handful of her hair and told her as menacingly as he could that he’d be watching for awhile from the hall, and that she’d better not come out any time soon.  As he had pulled up his pants, he took in the beauty of her trembling ass as she clung onto the sink to keep from falling.  She hadn’t dared to look back as he slowly opened the door and peeked out to make sure the coast was clear.  It had only taken about 15 minutes, but that single event had changed his life forever, and there was no going back.

 

 As the cold water streamed through her hair and across her face, Jennifer’s mind retreated to the relative comfort of her own fond memories.  Memories of her school friends, whom she feared she would never see again, helped distract her as the cold water forced her sore nipples erect.  She wondered what her friends were doing right now, and languished over the thought that she never got to tell them goodbye.  She was beginning to accept the prospect that she would never get away from this lunatic, and was truly starting to think that she would be better off dead.  She was losing all hope of escape or rescue, and was at the point of giving up.  Her own ambitions were fading away, and were quickly being replaced by the sick, disgusting whims of Joe the sadist.

 

 Jennifer stared blankly into space as Joe towel dried her goose pimpled skin, something he generally didn’t do.  Joe paid close attention to the area between her legs and her butt crack, and even her armpits.  He left her hair fairly wet, so she was still cold in the cool air of the basement dungeon.  Obligingly, she lay on the table as Joe helped her up, since her arms were still tied together behind her back, and even placed her heels in the stirrups without being told.  She didn’t resist as Joe spread her knees apart and secured them in place, even though he let out a lustful moan and rubbed himself as he took a long look at her vulgarly exposed vagina and anus.

 

“Carla, your little girl here is in need of some discipline for that crude outburst this morning.” Joe said to the worried mother.  “We can’t have her back talking her master when she’s pleasuring him, now can we?”

 

Carla looked on in dismay as Joe came around to her and began to undo her bindings.  Her jaws ached from the long night of clenching her teeth and the inside of her mouth felt like one giant fever blister.  What did he expect from them?  Were they just supposed to take whatever he dished out and like it?  Carla stared at the floor as Joe stood her up and proceeded to wash her off in the cold water.  She feared he would see the hate in her eyes and take it out on Jennifer.

 

“Your little piss whore here’s got to learn some manners.” Joe said rather softly as he towel dried Jennifer’s mother.  “I think her lack of respect is due to poor upbringing, so I’m going to allow you to make up for some of your lapse in discipline.”

 

Carla had not disciplined Jennifer in a long time.  She hadn’t needed to, since Jennifer was so well behaved.  She was the perfect daughter and a model student, and the thought of having to do anything that might not convey how proud she was of her was unthinkable.

 

Joe positioned the naked mother between her daughter’s legs and handed her a pair of suede garden gloves.  Carla hesitantly donned the gloves as she tried to make eye contact with Jennifer in an effort to reassure her.  Jennifer stared at the ceiling.

 

“Here’s the plan.” Joe instructed Carla.  “You’re going to take one of these branches and whip your daughter.”  Carla grimaced as Joe continued.  “You’re going to start on that flat stomach of hers, work your way across both her thighs, and finish right in the middle on her snatch and asshole.  I want at least 10 good whacks at each spot.”  Joe could see the reluctance in the mother’s eyes as she stared at the leaf covered stalks.  “Either you do what you’re told, or I’ll go out and cut down a piece of cane, and I’ll fucking rip her to pieces.  And I expect to see some anger on your face.  I want some fire in your eyes for her since it’s her fault you have to do this.  If she had just kept her fucking mouth shut, you wouldn’t be in this position.”

 

Tears ran down the sides of Jennifer’s face and into her ears as she took in Joe’s words.  She knew she had messed up by speaking out, but she just couldn’t help herself.  The night had been so long, and the hatred had just boiled up and she couldn’t hold it in any longer.  What did he expect, anyways?  She deliberately didn’t look at her mother, and wanted somehow to let her know it was okay.  Forcing her legs wider apart, she offered herself to her mother’s hand.  But neither of them had any idea what stinging nettles were.

 

 Cautiously, Carla picked up one of the innocuous looking stalks.  Though it was a bit over 3 feet long, the stalk wasn’t especially stiff or rigid.  She had been afraid that it would have been hard, like a stick, and didn’t like the thought of “canning” her daughter.  Even more, she didn’t like the thought of Joe canning her daughter!  It was actually rather leafy and seemed to have little hairs along its length and on the backsides of the leaves.  How bad could this be?  she wondered.

 

Joe took up a position behind Jennifer’s head and placed his hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the table.  “Get to it.” He ordered her mother.

 

Carla bent her right wrist back and flicked out the willowy branch, landing it across her daughter’s navel.  At first, there was no reaction from Jennifer, but after a few seconds, she began first to squirm, and then to thrash about as the tiny, stinging hairs began to produce an intense, stinging pain.  Carla didn’t understand, so she lightly ran the branch across her forearm to see what effect it would have.

 

“You’ll get yours soon enough.” Joe interjected as he saw the stunned look on Carla’s face. “Now get back to work, you’ve got a long way to go.  That is, unless you want me to finish.”

 

A patch of white bumps surrounded by a bright red rash had appeared on Jennifer’s stomach, and also on Carla’s forearm.  The sensation was unbelievable.  Carla’s left arm shook in response to the assault of the chemical cocktail injected into her skin.  Hypodermic like nettles had broken off the plant and were now lodged in her and Jennifer’s skin.  “Oh my God.” She thought as the stinging continued to increase, along with Jennifer’s thrashing.

 

“What the fuck are you waiting for?”  Joe shouted.  I guess you want me to fuck her up!”

 

Carla could hardly bring herself to deliver the second blow, but the threat of Joe taking action seemed to be the much worse of the two evils.  With her own eyes welling up with tears, Carla brought the branch down again and again against the taught skin on Jennifer’s abdomen.  Not wanting to concentrate the nettles in one place, Carla had covered Jennifer’s entire stomach, transforming the flawless smooth flesh into a bright red berry patch speckled with white bumps.  Jennifer flopped around like a fish out of water desperately trying to rid her self of the terrible agony.  Joe looked at Carla with obvious disgust due to her lack luster performance.

 

“Now Carla, you’re going to have to do way better than that.” Joe informed her.  “Get mad. Get fired up! Show me some anger.  Your piss whore daughter fucked up and now you have to teach her a lesson.  So fucking teach her!  This is the last warning you’re gonna get.”

 

As Carla took aim at the tender flesh on Jennifer’s thighs, Joe stopped her and told her to pick up a fresh branch.  Her distain for him had reached the flash point, and she tore into poor Jennifer’s flesh.

 

“Tell her what a slut she is.”  Joe ordered.  “Let her know where her place is.”

 

“God damn it.”  Carla screamed.

 

Not wanting Joe to take over, she directed her anger at her innocent daughter.

 

“God damn it, Jennifer.  Why are you such a slut?”  Carla demanded as she criss-crossed Jennifer’s soft thighs with nettles.  The welts and rash appeared instantly as the tiny needles stung her flesh.

 

“Give her more.” Joe demanded.  “Tell her she better take care of her master before things get a whole lot worse!”

 

“Damn you, Jennifer.”  Carla shouted, redirecting her anger at the young girl.  “You’ll give your master whatever he wants if you know what’s good for you.  You’ll suck him and fuck him all night if that’s what he wants.”

 

Carla had slipped into a rage and didn’t even realize she had laid down 30 strokes as she vented her anger towards Joe on her screaming daughter.  It was all Joe could do to hold the girl down as she thrashed around on the table.  The muscles and tendons in her legs strained hard against the restraints as the stinging and itching burned deeply into the tissue.

 

Hearing Carla’s voice shout obscenities and commands at her daughter had caused Joe’s cock to grow to the point that he needed immediate relief, so as Carla regained her self-control, Joe secured Jennifer’s shoulders to the table, reliving him from having to hold her down.  Even though he enjoyed feeling her struggle, he had something else in mind.  Once he had her secured, Joe inserted a hard, rubber ring into the girl’s drooling mouth, turned her head to the side and lodged his throbbing cock deep inside.  Jennifer panted and wheezed through her nose and around Joe’s dick as she gasped for air.

 

“Alright, dear Carla,” Joe began, “it’s time to finish the lesson.  She’s got 10 more lashes to go, and I don’t think she quite understands her duty to her master, so I expect you to make it clear to her.  Remember, if you’re not up to it, I certainly am.”

 

As much as Joe knew he would enjoy giving young Jenny a good canning, he enjoyed watching her mother punish her for not serving him in the way he expected.  As exciting as it had been to fuck the two of them side by side and having them suck his cum from each other’s cunt and ass, hearing Carla order her own daughter to participate with more enthusiasm as she angrily whipped her with the nettles was even more stimulating.

 

Joe was certainly a control freak.  From his early teens, after his father had left him and his mother alone, he had taken control of his mother.  His father had taught him well that a woman was to serve her man, and he was more than willing to step up and remind her of that fact.  At 15 years old, he had had no qualms about slapping her the way he had seen his father do many times before.  After all, she had been the one who fucked up and made his dad leave in the first place.  His mother had quickly taken a subservient role to him, and no matter how filthy the names he called her were, especially when his friends were around, she would always respond submissively, and would even give his friends hand-jobs when he told her to.  Some of them had wanted to fuck her, and he was sure she would have done it, but the thought of his friends doing his mother was just too gross and he wouldn’t let them.  He did make her let them watch her take a shower once, and they had jerked off on her clean panties and bra before she got dressed.

 

Jennifer’s stomach muscles ached and her thighs were cramping from being drawn so tight in an effort to ward off the incessant burning and itching.  While not near as painful as the venom in her nipples had been, it was still tormenting and she felt she had lost control of her lower body.  And with Joe’s fat dick in her mouth, she was having trouble breathing and found herself choking on her own saliva and Joe’s pre-cum.  She fought to relax for fear of strangling, but as much as she wanted to, she could not block the intense sensation permeating across her stomach and down her thighs.  She also couldn’t understand what was happening to her mother.  It was almost as though she blamed her for not wanting to satisfy this monster.  Being told to fuck and suck a rapist by the person she trusted most in the world was hard for her to accept.  And the way her mother had whipped the nettles against her skin in a blind rage made Jennifer wonder if maybe she had done something to actually deserve this punishment.  After all, her own mother had called her a slut, and right now she would much rather have Joe inside her than to be whipped any more, so maybe she really was a slut.  She began earnestly sucking on Joe’s dick hoping he would see how hard she was trying to please him so that he might stop her punishment early.  She couldn’t even imagine what the nettles would do to the delicate flesh between her legs.

 

“Let’s get on with it, Carla.” Joe interrupted the women’s thoughts.  Your little slut daughter here’s trying to suck my cum out.  What do think of that?  I think she’s just trying to get out of her lesson.  What did she call me?  A fucking, sick, bastard?  I don’t think either of you realize you could just as easy be dead now.  There were plenty of people at that party last night who would have paid good money to snuff both of you!”

 

The threat wasn’t wasted on Carla.  She looked down at her daughter desperately sucking on this lunatic’s cock as the welts on her flawless skin continued to rise.  Picking up a fresh branch, she slowly slid it across Jennifer’s hairless pubic mound and drew it between her labia and even applied a downward pressure as it grazed across the young girl’s battered anus.  “May as well get this over with.” She thought.

 

“Jennifer! You suck Master’s cock.” She said as she slapped the nettles against the outer folds of Jennifer’s pussy.  “Use your tongue.  Suck it right!”  She commanded as the nettles smacked against tender flesh between her vagina and anus.  Quit squirming or I’ll give you 20!”

 

Jennifer sucked feebly as the nettles dug into her most sensitive areas.  Joe had grabbed a fistful of her hair and was fucking her mouth deeply as every muscle in her body tensed up in a futile effort to block the overpowering sensations.  She lost count as her mother continued to bring down more and more of the evil nettles, imbedding them deeply into her flesh.  She began to drift off as the hard cock blocked most of her air, and her nose was unable to keep up with the demand.

 

Joe had matched Carla’s rhythm two to one as he fucked his prick in and out of her daughter’s throat.  With one hand holding the side of her head down against the table and the other on her throat, he pumped deep and hard through the rubber ring in Jenny’s mouth.  Carla continued to shout obscene commands at her daughter as she covered Jennifer’s crotch with welts.  As the distraught mother finished the tenth lash, Joe drained his sperm into her daughter’s throat.  When he withdrew, he left the rubber ring in place and as the girl’s thrashing reintensified, her gurgling on his cum mixed with her desperate moaning, and cum bubbles appeared under her nostrils as the thick fluid was forced up through her sinuses.

 

“Jesus Christ.  Look what you did.”  Joe smirked at Carla as the two of them stared transfixed on the writhing girl.

 

Carla looked on numbly as Joe bound her wrists behind her back.

 

“You hesitated a couple of times there, but all in all, you did good.  I expect my slaves to respond without question and I never want to have to repeat a command to you.  From now one, you only get one chance.”  Joe continued as he positioned Carla on a table next to her daughter’s, secured her legs wide and her shoulders tight.

 

“I’m going to give you double, just so you don’t forget.”  Joe stated dryly.

 

Carla braced herself for the inevitable, but there was simply no way for her to deal with the overpowering anguish.  Her stomach was quickly devoured, and soon her inner thighs added to her misery.  Joe took a break before laying into her cunt and she realized the extent of suffering she had just bestowed upon her precious child.  She knew it would have been worse on both of them had she not cooperated, but she would never be able to forgive herself, and took the pain and itching eating away at her flesh as just reward.  She actually anticipated the remaining punishment and believed she deserved every bit of it.  What she didn’t anticipate was Joe folding a thin portion of a fresh branch over a few times, forming a nine inch long spear about 2 inches thick, and pushing it inside of her.

 

The stiff nettles scrapped the soft tissue lining Carla’s vagina which responded immediately by swelling, and only served to imbed even more of the sharp needles, and their chemical contents, deep into her moist flesh.  Carla struggled to catch her breath and hardly realized that she was screaming at the top of her lungs.  Inspired by the intense reaction, Joe fashioned a smaller version and sank it about three inches into her ass.

 

Though the memory of her painful nipple torture was still vividly fresh in her mind, this new assault was competing to be most excruciating experience of her life.  Childbirth wasn’t even close.  Her senses were overloading and her entire body, from the waist down, felt as though she had been dipped in an acid bath.  Every agonizing second seemed only to add more fuel to the fire until she was completely seething in pain.  The muscles in her vagina and anus clenched and spasmed involuntarily, gathering more and more nettles.

 

Joe knew the nettles would not cause permanent injury, but he was growing somewhat concerned about Carla.  He had never put them inside anyone before and wondered if he should pull them out.  After all, he would hate to damage his new toy before it was properly broken in.  He looked on in fascination as the pain contorted the young mother’s face.  He felt his well conditioned dick begin to stir as he watched her swollen sphincter clench down on the offending branch over and over.

 

“Wow! That’s got to hurt!” He said to no one in particular.

 

Knowing the pain and itching would build on their own for the next hour or two before beginning to subside, Joe reluctantly withdrew the makeshift dildos from Carla’s openings, making sure to rub them against the soft folds of her labia and the little space between her cunt and ass.  He even swiped the one out her ass down along her butt crack as far as he could.

 

“This should keep the two of you occupied for awhile.” He said coldly.  “I have some chores to tend to in town today and I wouldn’t want you getting bored.”

 

 

 

 

To be continued …